"I had intended to keep a low profile, to test the strength of the creatures in this world," the Ghost King chuckled, its voice laced with dark satisfaction. "But now, no one has appeared to challenge me. It seems this is a world beneath us, a pasture ripe for our hunt."
The Ghost King's malevolent grin widened. "Our luck is truly extraordinary. We found a space tunnel leading to this world, and within it, so much delicious food. I can feel the blood of this realm, waiting for us to feast upon it. My thirst for it is almost unbearable."
It reveled in the thought of consuming everything. If it devoured every living being here, its power would surge beyond imagination. Perhaps then, it could return to the Ghost World, become the supreme Ghost Emperor, and rule all with an iron fist.
The only reason the evil spirits hadn't already begun their slaughter was the Ghost King's command. Their instinct to kill burned bright, but the King understood the importance of caution. This world was unknown, and there was no telling what formidable foes might lie hidden.
But after so long, with their power openly displayed, no adversary had emerged. The Ghost King's belief was clear: this world was weak, and its inhabitants were no match for their might.
"Master Ghost King, let us begin," one of the spirits begged eagerly. "I cannot hold back any longer!"
"These two-legged sheep are ripe for slaughter," another spirit hissed. "I'm starving. Let's feast!"
The evil spirits howled in anticipation, their hunger driving them wild. Though the Ghost King had commanded restraint, their instincts clawed at them, desperate for the blood that awaited.
The Ghost King, hearing their impatience, raised a hand. The air grew colder, darker.
"Very well," it said, its voice dripping with malice. "Let the slaughter commence. Turn this city into a place of no escape. Let not one soul survive. If even one does, you will answer for it."
The evil spirits howled in triumph.
"Yes, Lord Ghost King!"
They surged forward, their hunger insatiable. The creatures of this city were already doomed in their eyes. It was not a matter of if, but when they would fall—nothing could save them from the coming storm.